Why is a must to have a clean desk? Does having a clean desk portray the “Organized” side of you? Or does having an untidy desk showcase the amount of work piled on?
It is once in maybe 20 days wherein I get to see the color of my desk (It is another story that I don’t like the Brown & Black combination, it reminds me of a woodpecker)
Various people perceive it in varied ways. But it amuses me to body-read their expressions… My x-colleague to impress me in his earlier days would once a week come & clean my desk….stack the papers neatly, throw the numerous scribbled sheets of paper & arrange the CD’s apart from other things…. I smiled for 2 weeks & thanked him, but subtly ensured that my message of “Do not touch” was clear to him….well it wasn’t! The following week, the same “Disaster” led me to forget he was a new member of our fraternity & my tongue lashed out! End of story…no more clean desks for me from him (Yipppee!!!)…. My boss walks in my cabin & while talking to me eyes the “Shabby” desk……asks for some info…..I pull out a particular scrap of paper within seconds from a heap of shatter & lo!..its there with him! Impressed? Ahem Ahem!! Yes, the smile on his face depicted it & so did the “Oh God, I lost a Chance to ask her to clean the desk” smirk on his face!
Then comes my receptionist who just loves me as my desk is used as a scapegoat to “I kept it on your desk, but it must have got mixed up” issue when I need something urgently while I am stepping out..
So the question again…. Is being organized depicted by a neat desk? I do not know your answers, but I personally do not agree to it!! It could be laziness; it could be over work, could be being burdened, could be a style statement, or could be ignorance. But whatever the “Could be” is… kindly do not judge a person by his desk….Please judge him by the clutter!! J
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
My Best Friend's's Little one.....
His fist closed & eyes shut…makes him so vulnerable. His toes twirled inwards & lips pressed tightly urges me to wake him up. Just a few months back, we were waiting for that Good News to come! Fingers crossed, hearts beating fast, palms sweaty & brain cells skipping their actions we waited for the angel to arrive. 27 minutes old & feeling his little body above my palms just made me realise how imperative this moment was for me. If this was what I called important, imagine his parent’s plight when they saw him first.
Children are angels & Adi just endorsed it for my visual & mental capabilities. He now recognises a few of us & smiles at our weird gestures. We turn into kids talking gibberish to him & love the smile on his face when he acknowledges the non existent words we utter to him. Funny sounds, hilarious faces, weird actions, peculiar tones & comical songs is what we all land up doing when the angel opens his eyes. Ceiling has a special place in his gaze & he keeps staring at it. It makes me ponder what goes on in his mind. Can he understand us, is he aware how much we love him, is he preparing himself for the years ahead or is he smirking at us & on our gibberish talks to him. I look up at the ceiling to dart from boredom, find solace, contemplate the if’s & buts or purely to whiz away from unwanted anxiety. What divergence between our gestures & his; urges me to make him go back to sleep.
Irony prevails when we want him to go to sleep again…..the feeling of making an infant sleep is so vulnerable! His sleepy eyes, curved lips, twirled forehead are signs that its time for him to go back to his world of dreams…dreams unknown to us! On the other side, we don’t want him to sleep…...we want him to look at us, play with us, be a part of our funtimes but then again his looks make us feel guilty & we make him sleep…
He goes to sleep….a deep sleep…far away from all of us….deep with his dreams & away from the worldly questions. I put my finger in his palm & he holds it tight…..the finest sensation one can ever experience. He holds my finger tightly & goes deeper in his sleep…. We get back to our jokes & await for him to open those eyes of his…….
Children are angels & Adi just endorsed it for my visual & mental capabilities. He now recognises a few of us & smiles at our weird gestures. We turn into kids talking gibberish to him & love the smile on his face when he acknowledges the non existent words we utter to him. Funny sounds, hilarious faces, weird actions, peculiar tones & comical songs is what we all land up doing when the angel opens his eyes. Ceiling has a special place in his gaze & he keeps staring at it. It makes me ponder what goes on in his mind. Can he understand us, is he aware how much we love him, is he preparing himself for the years ahead or is he smirking at us & on our gibberish talks to him. I look up at the ceiling to dart from boredom, find solace, contemplate the if’s & buts or purely to whiz away from unwanted anxiety. What divergence between our gestures & his; urges me to make him go back to sleep.
Irony prevails when we want him to go to sleep again…..the feeling of making an infant sleep is so vulnerable! His sleepy eyes, curved lips, twirled forehead are signs that its time for him to go back to his world of dreams…dreams unknown to us! On the other side, we don’t want him to sleep…...we want him to look at us, play with us, be a part of our funtimes but then again his looks make us feel guilty & we make him sleep…
He goes to sleep….a deep sleep…far away from all of us….deep with his dreams & away from the worldly questions. I put my finger in his palm & he holds it tight…..the finest sensation one can ever experience. He holds my finger tightly & goes deeper in his sleep…. We get back to our jokes & await for him to open those eyes of his…….
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